Friday, September 23, 2022

The Opening

I hesitate to open the doors 

to my past.  I say, “I’ve lost

the keys!”  The truth is I never

locked them.   Now, I hear door

after door sticking as it opens. 


-Byron Hoot 

hootnhowlpoetry.com.  

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